Every trip I take to the range ends the same way. I come home, change into something comfortable, lay out my cleaning supplies on the table, unpack and clear all the toys, grab a beer, put on the TV and start cleaning. By the time every piece is back in the safe my hands are black and the whole living room smells like gun oil (or mint if I use Frog Lube). Some people hate cleaning their guns. Some people see it as the the price you pay for going to the range, but I actually enjoy it . . .